Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

After three years of marriage, it was Mrs. Curtis' first public appearance, dispelling all the rumors that had suggested trouble in paradise.

Curtis' fond glances at his wife spoke volumes as they walked hand in hand. They were a couple in love. The guests flocked to compliment the striking pair, praising them as a match made in heaven.

Leanne hailed from an elite lineage, having grown up in the influential Richardson family known for their grand social gatherings. From a young age, they trained her in poise and manners. And even though mingling wasn't her favorite pastime, she handled it well when necessary.

The couple complemented each other perfectly, turning heads wherever they went. Curtis, usually aloof, was exceptionally patient today, introducing Leanne to everyone and ensuring she felt included.

Among the guests were notables from the realms of politics and business. Holding hands with Skyler, Grace observed as Leanne chatted with a stern-looking middle-aged woman with cropped hair, the formidable Deputy Director of the Chamber of Commerce. Grace remembered her challenging encounters with the Deputy Director over business permits, always met with a cold demeanor. There she was, all smiles with Leanne. Leanne's charm was all by her association with Curtis.

a glass of water, swapping out her chilled drink, reminding her,

smiled warmly at

eyes twinkling.

her eyebrow, Joy dismissed

suit and bow tie, looking every bit of the young heir he was. Standing behind his father, Hubert, he had been bored by the flattery around him until he overheard the conversation and

laughing at his comparison while Joy, ready to retort, glanced at Devin's outfit and whistled appreciatively,

lowered his eyes and asked, "What are

whistled. "Looking

retorted, "And you're looking...

tweak his ear. "Open your damn eyes now. I look